Notes

eight

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Your eyes are pretty,
Much like you.
~Sivan

connor furrowed his eyebrows at the name, trying to think of who this mystery girl could be. before he could even think, troye had walked up to his locker, smile vibrant as ever.

"what's got you so perky?" connor asks, and troye only smiles. "oh, y'know... just... happy." troye blushes, and then looks to the note in connor's hand. "what's that?" he asks, pretending to not know anything of the note.

"it's the mystery girl's note to me. it's kinda cute, really." connor blushes, causing troye to internally scream at the cuteness that is connor franta.

"i was actually going to ask you if you wanted to uh... go to homecoming with me on friday?" troye asks, staring intently at the gorgeous green eyed boy. "if i don't find out who the mystery girl is, then i will."

troye smiles, but is also disappointed that he is connor's second choice. if only he knew that this mystery girl was really troye.

"well, let's go to math class then." connor announces, as he closes his locker, tucking the note into his backpack. "let's." troye agrees, and the two walk down the hall.

"aw if it isn't the king of the fags!" kian taunts, then looks to connor, a vicious frown forming on his face. "connor why are you hanging out with him? you'll catch the disease!" he spits, making connor gape at his friend.

"it's not a disease, kian. in fact, i'm gay too." connor states in a moment of bravery, almost instantly regretting it when he sees the look on kian's face. "oh god, so you're sucking his dick now or something? that's disgusting!" kian growls, as he turns and walks away, leaving connor breathless and embarrassed.

"what did i do? i just lost my friend. he was my best friend." connor whispers, making troye sigh beside him. "you'll be okay. you don't need him. you have me now." troye whispers, as he pulls connor into his arms.

"gross." a female voice whispers, and connor turns his head to see that it is bethany. "it's okay, con. let's go to math, okay?" troye whispers into connor's ear, his cool breath hitting connor's earlobe eliciting a shiver.

"o-okay." connor says, his voice wavering. he clutches onto troye's hand, and walks with him to the math classroom.

Word Count: 400

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